About Wendy

In the fourth grade, Wendy M. McDonald once got in trouble for reading in class. She spent her childhood wishing she could be Meg Murry, Lucy Pevensie, Harriet M. Welsch, or Turtle Wexler. Since that wasn’t feasible, she made up bizarre stories with her spelling words and wrote horrendously clunky poetry, instead.

During high school and college, her poetry matured and darkened, until a classmate asked, "Do you always have to write about death?"

Apparently...yes.

Currently penning darkish stories in the garret of her New England home, Wendy is an active member of SCBWI and The Writers’ Loft in Sherborn. When not writing, she watches science fiction and fantasy shows with her geeky husband and teenagers, argues with her beagle, knits socks and fingerless mitts, and generally acts like a dork.


Since March of 2020, she has not made any sourdough bread or helped Taylor Swift
re-record any albums, but she did manage to clean and reorganize the basement, sew a bunch of masks and a pair of Star Wars leggings, and successfully grow tomatoes and cucumbers in the backyard.

This summer, she plans to make it up as she goes.

Her short stories appear in two anthologies: Chaosium’s ONCE UPON AN APOCALYPSE (“Mary Had a Little Limb”) and FIRSTS: The Writers’ Loft Anthology (“First Comes Love”). She also has two poems in FRIENDS AND ANEMONES: Ocean Poems for Children.

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